Part 1 of Transparent love: Late Valentines day post. Dreams-come-true seem slow, but not late.

Late Valentines Day Post.  
His dreams-come-true seem slow, but never late.

David and I were married over 17 years ago.
(It feels weird how that much time has past.)


December 6, 1998
David was the beginning of my dreams coming true.
Each child that has followed into our home has further unfolded our dream.
At this season, our life feels rich far beyond my wildest dreams.
Years ago, like many little girls,  I dreamed of my prince charming and wondered who he would be…
I waited for someone who loved God, who was my friend and who had a passion for those who are need protection.
I waited and waited and hoped to be married young and be a young mom-
(I wanted to be married by 18 and have babies and adopt immediately.)
As the years ticked on and on and on…..
Good and crummy men friends came and went, yet none quite fit what was in my heart.
In the wait, I pursued a career towards a heart for abused children.
My dream of prince charming had to be placed in His hands.
Like so many dreams, waiting was part of the big picture.
This vision is for a future time.
It describes the end, and it will be fulfilled.
If it seems slow in coming, wait patiently,
for it will surely take place.
    It will be on time.
I was 29.  
An intriguing, young David made my name tag that first night I went to a Bible study at Saddleback Church in Lake Forest, CA.
Unlike several of the other men around the room that night, David was quiet and did not seek attention- mine or anyone else’s.  That peaked my interest.  When he spoke to others, he was kind and his words thoughtful.  I was impressed and decided to take up the challenge…
Within a month we were becoming friends.
He responded thoughtfully to even rude waiters in restaurants.
I noticed his caring, respectful friendship with his parents and sisters.
His heart for less fortunate came through in how he treated people.
My parents lived oceans away, yet, David was there applauding the night I graduated with my Master’s Degree in Social Work.
We each recall a memory early in our friendship. 
 It was a perfect summer day with coastal blue skies in Newport Beach, CA.  David wore shorts and a green t-shirt eliciting deep green color from his large hazel eyes.  I wore a favorite wrinkled linen, Banana Republic sundress in a pale shade
 of dusty pink- with dark pink lipstick. 
My heart felt happy, beautiful and peaceful when his strong, rough hand held mine.
(It still does.)
Stone archways and balconies encircled the castle style courtyard where we found a table for two and enjoyed cappuccino, pastries and new love.
Gazing up at the magnificent architecture, I imagined children looking down at us through a series of picturesque, stone archway balconies above us 
and mused at how incredible it would be to someday adopt children and fill up a castle home like that with treasures in need of parents-
Can you picture children looking down at us through those beautiful balconies?
Children from near and far?
David dared to dream with me….  Such a topic could have felt awkward given our new relationship, but we each felt intriguingly comfortable.

Looking back, it almost seems as though that moment was prophetic.

Miracle home story

18 years later 
as I write this blog post in our miracle home, two of our treasured children- 
children from near and far– 
are looking down at me
 through a picturesque stone archway balcony.

What dreams has our Father placed into your heart?

Dear ones with unmet dreams…

Don’t give up.  
It seems that waiting, tears, storms, failures, roadblocks, changed direction, miracles,
and mistakes requiring redemption 

are always part of dreams come true.

This post shares hope.
to those who wait, we want you to know that our
road has been broken and imperfect.

A future post will share one of the storms we endured- a storm that seemed to drown our dreams-
We want to shout from the mountain tops that
HE REDEEMS

and BROKENNESS in His hand is far more beautiful that human perfection

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The years continue to tick on.
(In case anyone wonders, we continue to dream of more children in need of love-

children from near and far)

Seven sweet treasures.
There’s always room for another.

2 Comments

  1. My heart goes out to you and every waiting mom. That season of adoption is excruciating because hope seems to shrink- even if we have been through it before. Waiting is perhaps the hardest part of adoption. It is beyond painful and seems to hurt continuously. It felt difficult having nothing left to do and no control. Looking back, the obstacles that seemed unmoving and hopeless for each of our adoptions were used to deepen our hearts and, for the last two adoptions, change our circumstances- We had been waiting for over two years on another domestic adoption and hope was essentially gone. That aching hopelessness, along with our kids’ desire, was why we concurrently did Lesotho. We ended up with a child from each place- each miracles. If we’d not had obstacles with the domestic program, we would have not pursued international and would not have Mohale. (Just before our referrals of Joseph and Mohale, we were checking out China’s special needs adoptions- they are the fastest, least complicated I’ve seen- (That is the program we are considering currently:)) Your wait is likely excruciating- just remembering how it feels tightens my insides up. Ugh, soo hard. And yet, there is much hope and yet-to-be-seen purpose within it. The wait is slooow, but even the wait is in His Hands. Your painful passionate desire, for a child unseen, is no mistake. And then, in an instant, the wait will be over.
    Ps 77:19
    Your road led through the sea,
        your pathway through the mighty waters—
        a pathway no one knew was there!

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